“Michi?” \u00a0My intercom squawks, making me slam my desk in surprise; I must have been daydreaming. \u00a0"Michi, your three o’clock is here to see you.“<\/p>\n
Fuck. \u00a0I don’t remember scheduling any appointments today. \u00a0But there it is, staring at me from my Outlook calendar: 3:00-4:00 pm, internship interview, Trevor L. \u00a0I squint one eye shut. \u00a0Trevor is a very, very familiar name.<\/p>\n
So is the handsome black man who peeks in the door. \u00a0He gives me a big, sloppy grin. \u00a0"Knock knock.”<\/p>\n
“Oh my god.” \u00a0I manage to hide the phrase in a giant, unladylike bite of warm tuna sandwich. \u00a0"Trevor! \u00a0Trevor, hi, come on in.“ \u00a0I know I’m blushing like a tomato and my hands are shaking. \u00a0I look exaggeratedly beneath piles of paperwork for a napkin, trying to catch sideways glimpses of him, to size him up.<\/p>\n
He is clean-shaven and lean, a little leaner than the last time we met. \u00a0The last time! \u00a0I can hardly think straight. \u00a0Trevor works for our vending machine company, and three months ago, I fucked him after hours against the snack machine. \u00a0It was hot and I’ve masturbated to it almost every night. \u00a0Now here he is, dressed to the nines, and my panties are uncomfortably wet.<\/p>\n
I squirm and point to the chair across from me, with the safety of my monitor and the paperwork between us. \u00a0"I’m sorry. \u00a0I’m so rude. \u00a0Have a seat! \u00a0I’m Michi, and – ”<\/p>\n
“I remember you,” he says in his soft, honey-like voice. \u00a0I melt helplessly into my seat.<\/p>\n
“Of c-course,” I manage, with minimal stuttering. \u00a0I try to regain my businesswoman composure, tapping his file on the desk brusquely. \u00a0But our eyes meet and I’m lost again. \u00a0"I’m so sorry. \u00a0I didn’t realize you were interested in an internship here.“<\/p>\n
"Just trying to get my feet,” he drawls, his gaze never leaving my face. \u00a0My blouse is one too many buttons undone, I realize, but he’s looking me nobly in the eyes. \u00a0"Get out of the vending business.“ A flash of very white teeth and a big, flat tongue behind.<\/p>\n
And I desperately want that tongue all over my body. \u00a0"Well,” I say, trying to be casual as I stand and cross the room to close the blinds, “I think we can work something out.”<\/p>\n
He half-rises as it dawns on him, but I make it back to straddle him before he can leave the chair. \u00a0"I can’t stop thinking about you,“ I breathe in his ear, my chest heaving; I’ve lost all pretense of professionalism. \u00a0I reach back and free my hair so that it cascades around his face, walling us in so we can only grope with our lips. \u00a0His hands reach up and take my face and my fantasy is alive once more: his hands explore the nooks and crannies of my blouse, my pencil skirt. \u00a0He finds the waist of my lacy thong and tugs it away.<\/p>\n
I go after his well-ironed pants. \u00a0As I try to wrangle the zipper, I toss my head back. "How the hell did you get such a perfect crease? \u00a0Fuck I can’t use an iron.”<\/p>\n
He laughs, almost a giggle, and kisses behind my ear, making it a thousand times harder to get him free. \u00a0Finally, squirming, I unleash his ready cock, sprouting out of his pants like a welcoming totem. \u00a0With a relieved sigh, I straddle him again and ease him inside.<\/p>\n
This time, I expect his size, but he still fills my tiny cunt to satisfaction. \u00a0I inhale like a swimmer emerging from the depths and he lets out his breath in an inverse echo. \u00a0My knees dig into the arms of the chair as I raise and lower myself on him, once, twice, faster, dripping down the length I have not yet swelled to accommodate.<\/p>\n
Trevor smacks my ass. \u00a0Between the surprise and the pleasure, I squeeze and gasp and come on him. \u00a0I can barely keep my eyes open and I know my hair is in his face, but then he cries out and lunges up, holding me as close as he can. \u00a0We bind at the waist until our climaxes subside.<\/p>\n
Panting, I sit up and clear my throat. \u00a0"Well. \u00a0I think you’ll be perfect for the position.“<\/p>\n
His eyes are already alight with post-coitus contentment, but they sparkle with a genuine joy. \u00a0"Really?”<\/p>\n
I gingerly displace myself and return to my seat. \u00a0My skirt gets straightened, my top rebuttoned. Then I lean palms-down across the desk. \u00a0"We work well together, you know how this place functions – and besides, from what I’ve seen, you do a very thorough job.“ \u00a0And I give him one of my most charming smiles.<\/p>\n
He’s beaming from ear to ear, zipping up his pants even as he extends a hand to me. \u00a0"Thank you so much, Michi,” he says, pumping my hand with as much enthusiasm as he pumped his cock into me. \u00a0"I promise I won’t let you down.“<\/p>\n
I grin, unable to contain it. \u00a0"I’m counting on it.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“Michi?” \u00a0My intercom squawks, making me slam my desk in surprise; I must have been daydreaming. \u00a0"Michi, your three o’clock is here to see you.“ Fuck. \u00a0I don’t remember scheduling any appointments today. \u00a0But there it is, staring at me from my Outlook calendar: 3:00-4:00 pm, internship interview, Trevor L. \u00a0I squint one eye shut. … <\/p>\n